“So you do recognize me.”
Song Yunyi ignored his sarcasm and asked directly, “President Feng, you went through Lawyer He to find me—is there something you need?”
“She’s been kidnapped by me. You need to bring 100 million to ransom her, or I’ll kill the hostage.” Feng Cheng said slowly.
“…” Song Yunyi was rarely left speechless. “You couldn’t get 100 million even if you sold me. I can’t help you—go ahead and kill the hostage.”
“Lawyer Song has quite a cold heart.”
Song Yunyi really wasn’t in the mood to play along with his kidnapping charade, so she cooled her tone: “President Feng, what exactly are you trying to say?”
In her view, their current relationship didn’t warrant jokes.
She frowned slightly, her pretty face tense, looking cold and aloof—beautiful as snow, which made her seem even more fun to tease.
Unfortunately, the other party didn’t seem to notice she was angry. He even shifted his sitting position, looking unhurried as he said, “Yesterday I gave you a ride only because you were Chi Sheng’s lawyer. Today you’ve washed your hands of the case. Since we no longer have a working relationship, that two hundred yuan isn’t enough to cover the ride. Adding in the cost of the stereo system, you should owe me…”
“Wait.”
Song Yunyi’s delicate brows knitted tightly, annoyance surfacing on her flawless face. “You offered me the ride yourself, and you were the one who played the piano music. How can you extort me like this?”
This man was so wicked.
But Feng Cheng never reasoned with anyone. He maintained that infuriating tone: “Oh, then call the police.”
Song Yunyi was practically grinding her teeth.
“I’ll give you half an hour to get to Xiajiangnan. The money issue can still be negotiated.”
Song Yunyi refused to accept it: “Why should I?”
“That kid named Feng Qiyue should still be waiting for his compensation…”
Song Yunyi’s heart tightened. She quickly interrupted, “Don’t touch the compensation. I’ll pay it back, alright?”
Feng Cheng paused, then said in a low, measured voice, “Lawyer Song is quite agreeable now.”
He raised the wristwatch worth tens of millions on his arm, his tone indifferent: “Twenty-nine minutes left.”
“Beep—” Song Yunyi hung up the video call directly.
Chai Qin, who had watched the whole thing from the side, looked utterly incredulous. She pointed at Song Yunyi’s phone, then at her: “If I saw that correctly, that man was President Feng, right? You’re that close with him?”
“We’re not close.” Song Yunyi denied it outright, then told her about the piano music incident, concluding, “He’s just a wicked capitalist.”
Chai Qin could hardly believe it. She said suspiciously, “President Feng doesn’t lack your pocket change. Isn’t he doing this because he wants something else?”
“What could he want?”
Chai Qin looked Song Yunyi up and down, then crept closer with a sly grin: “You, darling. With a figure like yours—curves in all the right places—skin this smooth, this face—I refuse to believe there’s a man out there who wouldn’t drool over you.”
Song Yunyi wanted to deny it.
But the established fact of Feng Qiyue was staring her right in the face, and she couldn’t brazenly deny it. Her head started to ache.
Seeing her hesitate, Chai Qin’s eyes lit up: “You hesitated! Song Yunyi, you hesitated!”
Song Yunyi lowered her eyelashes: “Lawyer He said from the start that President Feng was unhappy about the sudden lawyer change and came to settle the score with me…”
Chai Qin didn’t believe a word: “President Feng didn’t mention that at all just now.”
Song Yunyi didn’t want to talk about him any further. She mumbled, “Alright, I’m done talking with you.”
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Ren Jian felt the blood boiling in his veins. He clenched his fists, his face full of humiliation.
He had only misspoken once, and Feng Cheng had made things so difficult for him that he was nearly reduced to groveling like a dog begging for forgiveness. Yet Song Yunyi could chat with Feng Cheng so calmly, and even after she hung up on him, he showed no displeasure at all.
His temper was so good it didn’t seem like him at all.
Ren Jian gritted his teeth, resentment surging within him.
Wasn’t she just relying on her face? That filthy body of hers had probably been passed around by who knows how many men. She put on this holier-than-thou act in front of him, but changed her tune entirely in front of Feng Cheng. What a slut!
Once he got the chance, he’d teach her a lesson and show her what was what.
“Ah!” Ren Jian was lost in thought when his knee was kicked hard, sending him to the ground in pain.
Feng Cheng’s gaze was cold. “What are you thinking about? With such a lecherous expression?”
Ren Jian immediately lowered his head. “Nothing. I wasn’t thinking about anything.”
“You said earlier that she’s someone’s kept mistress?”
“Of course!” Seeing that Feng Cheng was interested in this topic, Ren Jian hurriedly tried to embellish the story.
But Feng Cheng said instead, “You only have one chance. Speak carefully.”
Lawyer He sensed something was wrong the moment he heard that tone and desperately signaled Ren Jian with his eyes.
But Ren Jian, blinded by resentment, how could he see it? So he piled on even more: “President Feng, I’m not lying. Last time I personally saw her at SKP carrying a bunch of luxury bags into a Rolls-Royce. Don’t be fooled by how low-key she dresses on a daily basis—who knows what kind of mess she’s getting into behind the scenes! President Feng, I’m just worried she’ll mess up the case.”
“Ridiculous!” Chi Sheng said coldly. “Since when do you see a kept mistress carrying her own shopping bags out of a mall? You ignorant mutt.”
The repeated insults made Ren Jian’s chest heave violently as he clenched his fists, suppressing the urge to kill.
She was only able to get away with this because of her privileged background—otherwise, he would have destroyed her long ago!
He gritted his teeth, about to say something more, but Feng Cheng had already run out of patience and kicked him aside.
The private room fell into complete silence.
The manager came by once to ask when the meal should be served. Chi Sheng, seeing that this meal probably wasn’t going to happen, simply told him to clear the dishes.
It wasn’t until Song Yunyi arrived half an hour late that the tension broke.
Song Yunyi was stunned to see Ren Jian kneeling on the ground. Could it be that praying to the gods actually worked—had they really shown their power?
“President Feng, what is this?” Song Yunyi glanced at Lawyer He, who looked nervous, then at Ren Jian, who was kneeling on the ground glaring at her with resentment, and asked hesitantly.
“This man named Ren Jian says you had the good sense to recognize your own limitations, felt you couldn’t handle such a major responsibility, and voluntarily gave up the Chi Sheng case. He says he was just being kind enough to clean up your mess.” Feng Cheng looked at her. “So how do you plan to explain this?”
Ren Jian glared at her with a vicious expression, each word seeming to be squeezed through clenched teeth: “Song Yunyi, think carefully—have I wronged you or not?”
Song Yunyi naturally wouldn’t be so cowardly as to be intimidated.
If she didn’t clear this up, her career would be over.
She straightened her back and spoke with clarity: “President Feng, Miss Chi, the lead attorney on this case is Lawyer He. I was only assisting, not the core lawyer, so there’s no question of me being unable to handle the responsibility. Moreover, I’m not someone who gives up easily. If Ren Jian hadn’t interfered, I would never have given up this opportunity. This is a false accusation.”
Feng Cheng’s smile faded at something he heard.
Through their recent interactions, Song Yunyi had come to deeply understand just how unpredictable this young master of the Feng family could be.
She sighed silently. “What is it now, President Feng?”
“Nothing. Lawyer Song’s heart is as firm as a rock, unshakable, worthy of being a model for the entire nation. How could that not suit my liking?”
Song Yunyi didn’t understand what he was being sarcastic about. Perhaps no matter what she did, he would find fault with it. She simply chose to ignore him and continued: “In any case, I had no intention of withdrawing from this case. It was Lawyer Ren who pushed me out of my position. The materials on the table were organized by me last night—my handwriting is on them. That can’t be faked.”
Chi Sheng picked up the materials and flipped through them, then said to Feng Cheng, “That is indeed a woman’s handwriting.”
“Since you put in so much preparation, why didn’t you fight harder when you were replaced?” Feng Cheng’s tone carried a hint of mockery. “Aren’t you as firm as a rock?”
“When the lead attorney has already made the decision, what could I do?”
“Is it that you couldn’t, or that you thought enduring it and stepping back was no big deal?”